In this darkness of gentle gloom,
where insanity can grow and forever bloom.
Dripping tears in water make rings,
just because they pulled the strings.
So insanity can grow so strong,
even though its been so long.
With my mind the Gods play pong,
to create a beautiful song.
A song of creatures never known,
and I'm to face them,
All alone.
fredag 6 februari 2009
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